If Breen wanted to preserve his glorious, noble image,
then Bellatrix would not have been at all surprised if he had taken her outside alone to torture her and try to pry information about the Dark Lord from her.
She might even have been delighted by it.
She would have used her loyalty to leave Breen frustrated and helpless.
But Breen had released her without a word and looked at her with pity, which made Bellatrix shudder.
"Would you be interested in working for me, Bellatrix?"
Breen's words stunned Bellatrix. Then she understood and no longer dwelled on the unreadable look in his eyes.
Working for him?
Breen wanted her to become a spy and investigate the Dark Lord!
In the quiet gloom, Bellatrix bared her teeth.
How ridiculous!
Did Breen not realize that she was the Dark Lord's most loyal Death Eater? She would rather die than betray the Dark Lord!
Yet Bellatrix did not immediately mock him. Another thought that surfaced in her mind made her remain patient.
"Hmm, I suppose you must find this strange—"
Amosta withdrew his gaze. With his hands behind his back, he paced in circles around the filthy classroom.
"Strange that I would come to you. After all, everyone knows that you are Voldemort's most loyal Death Eater. If there is one Death Eater who would never betray the Dark Lord, it would be you—"
The pride swelling in Bellatrix's heart kept her from rebuking Breen for directly speaking the Dark Lord's name.
"How could anyone believe that Bellatrix Lestrange would betray Voldemort? Even Voldemort himself probably would not believe it—"
Amosta's voice was airy, and its peculiar tone made Bellatrix narrow her eyes in satisfaction.
"Exactly!"
Bellatrix nodded proudly.
"And that is precisely what I value."
Amosta stopped. His deep gaze settled